Page 52 of Need You To Choose Me

“Please. They’re acting like preteen girls who just saw the lead singer of their favorite boy band.”

Jessica bursts into laughter. “I can totally see that being the case. Lucy Donovan was in the shop the other day, and she already had a plan on how to win him over.”

I grind my teeth together, feeling that spike of irritation rising to the surface as the image of the gorgeous woman shamelessly flirting with Blake after practice flashes in my head. She was recently divorced and wasn’t even hiding that she was on the lookout for a new husband, and in her head, Blake was perfect for her.

Only I was pregnant with his baby.

Wonder what she would say if she knew that little tidbit.

An elbow connects to my side. “Not jealous, huh?” Becky wiggles her brows.

“Stop it,” I hiss, but it’s already too late.

“Wait.” Jessica glances between the two of us. “What am I missing?”

“What do you mean?” I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible, but Jessica isn’t buying it. “You’re not missing anything.”

“I know I’m missingsomething.”

“You’re imagining it.” I shake my head, scanning the crowd for a way out when I spot a familiar face.Thank God!“Hey, there is Miguel!”

Just then, he turns around to say something over his shoulder, and I see the person who’s standing behind him.

And it’s none other than the man we were talking about only a few seconds ago.

Because that’s just my luck.

Blake shakes his head at whatever Miguel says before looking away.

Right. At. Me.

There is no missing the look of surprise on his face as his eyes land on mine, and I swear I can feel a jolt of awareness shoot down my spine as we stare at one another from a distance.

Shit, shit, shit.

How is this my luck?

It’s like an invisible string connects us, and every time we’d enter within a couple of miles radius from one another, it would tug us together.

My tongue darts out, sliding over my dry lips as my heart starts beating harder, dulling the noises around me while his gaze holds me hostage.

“Sav, you okay?”

“What ishedoing here?” I hiss softly, turning my attention to Becky. “Did you know he would be here?”

Becky lifts her arms in defense. “Nope, it was just supposed to be Miguel, Aaron, and Gage. I would have told you if I knew.”

“Shit.” I run my fingers through my hair.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

I couldn’t very well run away now that he saw me, no matter how tempting the idea was. I guess I should have expected it. After all, he’s friends with Miguel. What were the odds of our paths not crossing? Pretty much nonexistent.

“Not missing anything, huh?” Jess asks, drawing my attention. “Seriously, what’s the deal with you and the coach? You’ve been acting all weird.”

“You’re delusional. I’m not acting weird,” I protest quickly.

Too quickly.

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